Te Debo Una Canción

I owe you a song
That talks about women with kumquat skin
From the cold spring
That washes the wrinkles from your face

Of men who curse
And save your portrait from the fire
With a conch shell voice
They shout your name on the cliffs

I owe you a song
To untangle every morning
To remove the salt
From the tears the color of your pajamas

For when you walk
On the edge of life every Monday
To untie your wings
If the subway doesn't stop at your cloud

I owe you a song
But this windowless dawn
The usury of the kidnapper of my future
The gray wall that surrounds your garden
Well, they don't let me dream

I owe you a song
But the sweet absinthe of oblivion
Night barking and televised
The icy wall that surrounds your garden
Well, maybe the news
Don't let me think, you see, of melodies
But I'm working on it, I swear I won't forget

I owe you a song
To clean the dirty faces of the fairies
That you find on the street
Imprisoned in golden lamps

That talks about the books
That you left on the park benches
That tell the secret
That kept Scheherazade awake

I owe you a song
To calm the wrathful dawn
If I kidnap your husband
And the muses capture us in any bar

Well, if we arrive late
The night warms us like a mother
Who takes care of her children
And fears that her kids will grow up

I owe you a song
But this windowless dawn
The usury of the kidnapper of my future
The gray wall that surrounds your garden
Well, they don't let me dream

I owe you a song
But the sweet absinthe of oblivion
Night barking and televised
The icy wall that surrounds your garden
Well, maybe the news
Don't let me think, you see, of melodies
But I'm working on it, I swear I won't forget